It took a very particular kind of girl to be able to work at the Perfect Girl Fault Correction Facility, the kind that might uncharitably be called ‘cold’. Personally, she preferred to think of herself as professional. The mewls and protests of the various faulty girls - who always seemed very convinced they weren’t fault, for some reason; some even said they weren’t supposed to be there, poor confused things - fell on ears as deaf as anyone else’s when they fell on hers. This was, after all, her job.
She was also dismissive of the risks. All those stories of other girls who had had jobs there getting mixed in with the faulty girls and subsequently getting ‘fixed’ were just that: stories. There were processes and checks in place to stop just that sort of thing from ever happening. It would take active work on her part for that to happen, and she wasn’t really keen on that idea.
In retrospect she probably should have been more careful. All it took was leaving her facility ID in her locker for maybe ten minutes and accidentally wandering into the wrong area. Her cries of ‘No really I work here’ didn’t get her very far - it was, after all, a fairly common line from most of the faulty girls, bless their souls - no matter how often and how loudly she repeated them.
Of course, after some basic diagnostics and fault correction she seemed to forget she worked there, or that she had a job at all. In fact, she forgot rather a lot, and seemed to remember a lot of other things such as unquestioning obedience, endless bubbly enthusiasm and a strange, constant compulsion to drop to her knees and open her mouth as wide as possible. It was at that point someone picked up on the accident.
It was an honest mistake, a formal inquiry found. They had no idea why the signs had been altered in such a way as to suggest that the area she gotten into wasn’t a restricted one (it had been) and playing the blame game would help no-one at this point. Water under the bridge and all that, and she’d been up for review anyway.
If nothing else, she’s still doing a good job around the facility, even if that job is rather more hands-on than it was before. And on the plus side, she’s even more of a team player than she ever was. Which is good, as the team playing with her doesn’t like to wait their turn.